Her face in my hands, I put my nose to hers. “Nothing could scare me away from you. And I’ll never pity you—not in the way that you mean. Of course I feel compassion and sadness for what you’ve been through, but I fell in love with you while knowing that you’ve been hiding your skin. I promise, no matter how bad they are, you’re always going to be stunning to me.”
She believes me, and within moments, I’m watching the most erotic show of my life. Anya stripping down to her underwear is a slow but sexy process. She peels off her long-sleeved shirt first, and then pulls down her leggings.
Her panties are lavender purple just like I knew they would be, and her bra is matching. They aren’t lacy or sultry in design. Just simple, clean, and soft cotton material that covers her up inall the way she needs. Her tits steal most of my attention, I can’t even lie. The perfect little handfuls sit beautiful on her chest, and I’m dying to see how pretty and pink her nipples will be.
Yes, there are scars. A lot of them, in fact. Most of them scatter up and down her legs, around her stomach, and on her arms. They’re long knife cuts, short deeper ones, and some obvious healed marks from burns. All of them make me feel a surge of protectiveness and anger that she was hurt at all, but she doesn’t need to worry about me focusing on her past injuries.
“Come here,” I husk, hooking a finger at her.
Anya steps closer to the bed, finding me sitting on the edge of it.
I take her hand, kissing her knuckles. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She breathes out, shivering.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” Anya asks, looking down her body toward her panty-covered pussy. The hand that I’m not holding traces the path of her eyesight and my dick twitches in my jeans. “Here?”
I pick her up and flip her onto the bed. She squeaks and bounces from the careful force I use, landing flat on her back, horizontally on the mattress. Half of my legs dangle off the side of the bed as I crawl between her spreading thighs. I can’t help but drag my nose up her skin, kissing as I get higher.
“I want these panties off you, and then I’m going to need your lovely legs to spread open farther for me, baby. How does that sound, hmm?”
Her head bobs rapidly. “Yes, please.”
Anya lifts her hips and offers herself up to me, letting me help her roll down her pretty purple panties. She relaxes deeper into the bed as I toss her underwear aside, shyly allowing her kneesto fall apart. When I get my first real look at her, a groan vibrates in my throat.
Her pussy is perfect, mouthwateringly perfect. Pale pink, with a small patch of golden blonde hair sitting on top of her sensitive flesh. She’s glistening too, already wet for me just from some dirty words and taking her clothes off. She’s almost too good to be true.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, taking in the view. Needing to feel her skin on my lips again, I press an open-mouthed kiss to a particularly large scar where her thigh meets her hip. “You’re a vision,meraviglia.”
“You like what you see?” she rasps, sitting up on her elbows to watch me. Her eyes are pale blue pools of desire that become more and more lidded with each kiss I press closer to her waiting pussy.
“I love it.” I punctuate my vow by kissing her pubic hair, teasing just above her clit. “Are you ready for me to show you just how much, hmm?”
“I feel like I’m shaking,” she whispers. “But yes, yes, so much yes.”
Her soft pleading makes me remember something important. “Shit, one second.”
“Matteo,” she protests.
I scramble to find her TV remote and turn the volume up as loud as I can before it becomes too obvious that I’m trying to muffle sound with it.
“You’re about to get loud, baby,” I inform her, tossing the remote back down. “Very, very loud.”
I grab both of her ankles and pull her to me, making her squeak in surprise. Her ass is an inch away from the edge of the bed as my knees hit her bedroom floor with a soft thud. I put her legs on my shoulders to rest, watching her squirm with needand anticipation. Breathing her in again, my nose drags from her inner thigh straight to her pussy.
She looks down at me, bravely keeping her eyes open instead of hiding behind her hands. She wants to see me do this, and I want her to watch me work just as badly as I want to devour her.
Gazing deep into her eyes, I press forward and finally drag my tongue through her silky soft pussy lips. Her reaction is immediate. She tosses her head back as a high-pitched moan bursts from her throat. If I weren’t already as hard as a rock, I would be now. My dick fucking throbbed just hearing her, andtastingher. Goddamn, she’s sweet.
Taking her physical cues as a green light, I take another long lick, flicking her clit as I reach it. Touching the tiny little bud with direct contact makes her breath catch, freezing in her lungs. She pants when I start going back and forth between rolling and flattening my tongue, testing different pressures to see what she enjoys the most.
Her chest rises and falls, and I wish that I stripped her of her bra too. I want to see if her breasts get as flushed as her cheeks do. Her eyes start to look hazy and heavy as they flutter shut and then back open. Soft moans become deeper, and her little wiggles become more desperate. She’s moving without trying to, letting her body react naturally to every new sensation I create, wordlessly begging for more.
I’m having the time of my fucking life, licking and nipping at her pussy as it grows wetter and wetter.
“Ooooh, that,” Anya whimpers, her breath shaking. “Do that again, please.”
I groan, hearing the polite begging. “You like when I close my lips around your clit, baby? Do you want me to suck it for you?”
